Your son had been acting up at high school recently, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you were called into his school to have a meeting about his behaviour— today was that day.

From what you gathered over the phone, something had happened during his P.E. class, and his teacher, Coach Smith, was pretty damn pissed off. He usually got on well in that class, so alarm bells were already ringing in your head as you arrived at the school, approaching the principal’s office.

Just as you were about to knock on the door, it suddenly swung open, and you were met with Negan at the door, standing there in tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt, looking slightly surprised as he hadn’t expected you to be standing there.

“Woah— sorry ‘bout that…” Negan spoke with his usual charm, his eyes running over you very briefly. You two had never formally met, you had only heard about him from your son.

“Are you..?” He trailed off, and then you realised he had no way of knowing you were the person they were waiting for to continue the meeting.